Hero Undercover: 25 Breathtaking Bad Boys

by Annabel Joseph

  “When we have more time,” he said, settling back over her, “we’re going to talk about what you like, and what I like, and what kinds of perverse things we can do together. But right now, I need to be inside you.”

  She agreed that she needed him inside her. She spread her legs and clasped his butt cheeks the way he’d done to her, but he still teased her a while longer.

  “You’re sure you want this?”

  “Yes, yes, please. A million times yes.”

  She felt like she was going to explode with anticipation, as if the spanking had been extended foreplay, and she hadn’t been permitted to come until now. She arched as his hard cock breached her soaked pussy. A glance up at his face showed him concentrating, trying not to thrust too deep, too fast.

  “Please, take me,” she said.

  He groaned and fell forward, ramming into her until she felt full beyond bearing. She urged him deeper, letting go of all the noise in her brain, only allowing herself to hear his breaths and sighs, and her own whimpers of pleasure.

  He fucked her with an intensity her previous lovers had lacked, touching her, squeezing her, holding her down when it suited him, smothering her with relentless kisses. He owned her. She was his, blissfully impaled on his girthy cock. Each stroke teased her to higher pleasure. She ground against him, shamelessly stimulating her clit.

  She wished this first joining could go on forever, but within minutes she was so crazily aroused she felt like she was falling apart. Her orgasm shimmered like an aura around their tangled bodies. All she had to do was reach for it and he’d take her there. It was so quick and violent and carnal, this first fuck, but maybe that was appropriate. She let go and soared into ecstasy, scratching his skin, grasping his shoulders in the panic of her joy.

  A moment later he gripped her wrists and pulled them over her head, cradling her, pressing his cheek against hers as he drove into her one last, spasmodic time. His satisfied growl made Rowan’s pussy pulse around his cock in sexual agreement. Yes, that was incredible. Yes, it feels so good with you inside me.

  For the first time in days, she forgot about hacking and criminals, forgot about kidnapping and dangers, and simply floated in his arms. He nuzzled her neck, taking a deep sniff of her, just as she’d done to him. Maybe, in some preternatural way, they’d scented each other all along.

  After a moment he lay back, which was good, because he was big and heavy, and there was that whole breathing thing she had to keep doing if she wanted to stay alive.

  But he didn’t leave her. They lay together on the narrow bed, clinging to one another so neither of them would fall off. She stroked his arms, his beautiful arms.

  God, she’d loved his arms from the start.

  “That was great,” she finally said. “I’m glad we did that. Because I was wondering, you know, if you would live up to the crazy fantasies in my head.”

  His fingers tightened on her waist. “I had my own fantasies. And you exceeded them, I’m happy to say.”

  She lifted her face for his kiss. She liked that he kissed as passionately after sex as before. That was a good sign. When he drew away to discard the condom, his forehead was creased in thought.

  “What?” she asked. “Please don’t say we shouldn’t have done that. It was a zillion times better than cards.”

  “I agree with that. I’m just thinking about the number of rubbers in that box, divided by the number of days we might be stuck here. It’s possible we’ll have to…” He grimaced. “Ration them. I can’t call in for extra condoms, not without raising some eyebrows.”

  “How many do we have?”

  “Eleven, now.”

  She raked a glance down his body, then back to his deep blue eyes. “I’m sure we can brainstorm other things to do to each other, if we happen to run out. I’m a very creative thinker. It’s a big part of my job.”

  Speaking of big parts, she could already feel a new erection rising against her hip. She squirmed closer to him. “Only eleven left? We’re in trouble, aren’t we?”

  He shook his head. “If worse comes to worst, I’ll just give you a few dozen spankings a day. That’ll keep both of us entertained.”

  “So much for protection,” she quipped. “That would kill me.”

  “But only in the best way, Miss Park.”

  He gave her bottom a swat, then another. So much for rationing. An hour later, her butt was spanked red again, and they’d used up two of the twelve condoms they had.

  Four Days Later

  Chad looked down at Rowan, tousled and sound asleep on the couch, then glanced back at his phone. He’d give her a few more minutes to nap before he woke her with the news. They’d be able to leave soon, get back to real life, the real world, and an end to condom rationing.

  Thank God.

  She’d been true to her word about finding other ways to pleasure each other. Rowan Park was creative in the most wickedly amusing ways. She’d aroused him with her fingers, her tongue, her lips, and her mind, and he’d tried to return the favor by being equally creative. He’d also spanked her a great deal. After they’d blown through the first six condoms, they’d agreed to only use one a day so they didn’t run out as quickly.

  They were down to their last one.

  But that was okay, because their re-emergence had been cleared by his office an hour ago. The North Koreans had given up enough information to assure the government that this particular kidnapping attempt was dead in the water. The agents who interrogated them had been very clear that any future attempts were unlikely to succeed.

  But they’d try again, so caution and surveillance would continue. Now that he knew Rowan, really knew her, his mind revolted at the idea of her in enemy hands. He understood too well what they did to their victims, the mental anguish and methods of torture they used. If he thought about it for more than a second or two, he felt physically sick. If someone kidnapped her, what would become of her bright personality, her sassiness, her intelligence, all the things that made her special?

  That simply couldn’t happen. He’d put in a request to remain on her close-protection detail, only so he could sleep at night and have some sense of power in the situation. Today, he’d been pleased to learn his request had been granted. He hoped she was pleased too.

  She stirred in her sleep, emitting a soft moan that made him smile. Not hard to imagine what she was dreaming about. He’d been having the same dreams. He sat beside her curled-up form on the couch and stroked her hair. Her moans transformed to more of a purr as she came awake, snuggling into his body. He rearranged himself so she could sit in his lap.

  “Are you awake?” he asked, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her luscious lips. “I have something to show you.”

  She groped for his crotch. “Ooh, I can’t wait to see it.”

  “Not that, naughty girl. Not yet. We got our identity dossiers from my supervisor.”

  He’d already told her that she’d be moving to a new Tech-C location outside Denver. Instead of an airplane hangar, they were setting up in an old brick loft in the picturesque downtown area, above a coffee shop. She wasn’t crazy about Colorado, but she seemed excited about the coffee.

  “What’s my new name?” she asked. “Is it awful? Are you coming with me? What’s your new detail?”

  He smiled at her barrage of questions. “Your new name is Joy, which I like. Although I’ll still call you Rowan most of the time.”

  “So you’ll be with me?”

  The hope in her voice was as exciting to him as the sparkle in her eyes. “As it happens, I’m going to be very close to you. My new name is Logan, and I’ll be working undercover as your live-in boyfriend. You’ll have an agent in the office looking after you, but I’ll be providing security when you’re home at night.” He caught her lips in a deeper kiss, before drawing back to grin at her. “I’ll be providing other things too, if you want.”

  “Yeah? Is that part of the package?”

  His grin turned to a laugh as she caress
ed his cock, drawing out the word “package.” One evil smile of hers, and he was going hard.

  “I have some other news,” he said as she straddled him. “We can leave today. You’ve been cleared to get back online and back to work.” He undid the tie at the front of her robe and pushed it back to nuzzle her beautiful breasts. “We have a few days to pack and tie up loose strings before you’re needed in Colorado.”

  “Oh, untie my strings,” she said, grinding against the front of his jeans. He complied, loosening the bow that cinched her sleep pants. He pushed them down over her ass cheeks and delivered a few noisy spanks.

  She gasped and moved against him, bringing him to full, eager readiness. He lifted her from his lap, turned her toward the bed, and gave her ass another slap.

  “Grab that last condom, would you?” He sauntered after her, undoing his jeans. “It looks like the rationing worked out perfectly.”

  “Yes,” she said, turning to him. “Everything worked out perfectly, didn’t it?”

  As she threw herself into his arms, he knew she didn’t mean the condoms. She meant that they’d found each other in the most frightening and unlikely circumstances, and begun an exciting, promising relationship. Now he could be her protector…

  And so much more.

  Annabel Joseph

  Annabel Joseph is a multi-published BDSM and spanking romance author. She writes mainly contemporary romance, although she has been known to dabble in the medieval and Regency eras. She is known for writing emotionally intense storylines, and strives to create characters that seem real—even flawed—so readers are better able to relate to them. Annabel also writes non-BDSM romance under the pen name Molly Joseph.

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  You may also enjoy the Ironclad Bodyguards series

  (Annabel Joseph writing as Molly Joseph)

  Pawn

  High stakes chess competition has always been a man’s game—until Grace Ann Frasier topples some of the game’s greatest champions and turns the chess world on its ear. Her prowess at the game is matched only by her rivals’ desire to defeat her or, worse, avenge their losses. When an international championship threatens Grace’s safety, a bevy of security experts are hired to look after her, but only one is her personal, close-duty bodyguard, courtesy of Ironclad Solutions, Inc.

  Sam Knight knows nothing about chess, but he knows Grace is working to achieve something important, and he vows to shelter her from those who mean her harm. When she leans on him for emotional support, attraction battles with professionalism and Sam finds his self-discipline wavering. Soon the complexity of their relationship resembles a chess board, where one questionable move can ruin everything—or win a game that could resonate around the world.

  Diva

  In his years at Ironclad, Ransom has built a reputation as a hard-ass bodyguard. He reels in the perverts, wrangles the mangled, and controls celebrities who are notoriously out of control.

  So when a world-famous DJ starts slipping into risky habits, he’s hired to keep her on track during a multi-million-dollar tour. He figures he’ll just knock the diva down a few pegs and scare her straight. Problem is, Lola isn’t easily frightened, and “difficult” doesn’t begin to describe their contentious relationship. The only thing more annoying than their daily fights and power struggles is their intensifying emotional connection.

  Ransom’s determined to save her…even if she doesn’t want to be saved.

  The Ironclad Bodyguards series is

  #1 Pawn (Sam and Grace’s story)

  #2 Diva (Ransom and Lola’s story)

  Historical Spanking Kink by Annabel Joseph

  The Properly Spanked series

  Training Lady Townsend

  Lord Townsend and Lady Aurelia have been promised to one another since birth. Unfortunately, she’s a prim and proper paragon, while he’s an unrepentant rogue. When Aurelia’s powerful father blocks his son-in-law’s access to the only women shameless enough to cater to his decadent needs, the marquess informs his new wife of the immediate commencement of her erotic training… whether she wants it or not.

  To Tame a Countess

  The Earl of Warren never considered himself the heroic type—or the marrying type. Unfortunately, while attempting to save the mysterious Lady Maitland from the clutches of a degenerate fortune hunter, he ends up shackled to her himself. Rather than feel grateful, his new bride begs to be released from the marriage. Troubled by an unconventional childhood, scarred by painful memories, Josephine acts out until Warren has no choice but to begin a disciplinary program to bring her to heel.

  My Naughty Minette

  The Earl of Augustine has always thought of Lady Minette as a sister, but when a nocturnal adventure goes horribly awry, he’s forced to make her his bride. Now his friend Warren is furious with him, his father’s illness is worsening, and Minette is, well, being Minette. Flighty, exuberant, and utterly irascible, she launches caper after caper in an effort to capture his attention and awaken his masculine hungers. Unfortunately, all she seems to accomplish are repeated disciplinary sessions over his lap.

  Under A Duke’s Hand

  Gwen never asked to wed a duke. Her new husband is haughty, inflexible, and demanding, and makes no secret of his disdain for her upbringing. No matter how hard she tries to please him, she’s never good enough. He disciplines her with an iron hand, and then expects her to submit to his vile whims in bed. Not that his whims are completely vile all of the time. It’s only that her husband doesn’t love her, and she wants him to love her…

  These four Regency era spanking romance novels are linked together by the heroes’ friendships, but can also be read as standalones.

  Monster

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  Jennifer Bene

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  Chapter 1

  “Cabrón! You’re fucking cheating!” Diego threw his cards across the table, and the others laughed as José dragged the pile of wrinkled cash towards him.

  “I don’t cheat, pinche idiota. Maybe you wouldn’t lose so much if you learned to bluff,” José mocked him, smoothing out the bills one at a time to pile them in his hand. The insults continued to fly as another hand was dealt, but I was tucked on a couch to the side, watching as I nursed my bottle of tequila. They’d been gambling since mid-morning and drinking since breakfast, but time didn’t matter much in this house.

  Especially not when things were so quiet.

  Paulo García had been keeping his cards close to his chest, not talking about his plans, not making any moves—that we could see anyway—which was fucking up all of my plans in the process.

  Over two years.

  Thirty-one months of my life spent with these assholes, and I still didn’t have enough to get out.

  Taking another swig of tequila, I let it burn its way into my belly, numbing me further. The
warm metal of my gun dug uncomfortably into my spine, but even that was dulled by the alcohol as I adjusted my seat on the couch.

  Screw it.

  I had more than a decent buzz going, which wasn’t strictly by the book, but I could no longer bring myself to give a fuck about the drinking. Not when the tequila did such a good job of taking my mind off the rest of it. Off all the terrible shit I’d done before this, and now…

  Now, I'd done so much worse working for Paulo.

  “Andre, come play a hand!” Marco called out, all broad grin, friendly, but I just waved at him.

  “I’m good, cuadro.”

  “He’s still pissed that I took all his money last week!” José laughed loudly, and the other men joined in.

  Raising my middle finger in the air I felt my lips tilt up. “Besa mi culo, puto. You wish that was all my money.”

  Jokes came fast, the men nudging each other at the table as they continued to bet, but I just muttered under my breath as the brief smile disappeared. What was worse: having nothing to report, or actually liking the criminal fucks I spent my days with?

  The only answer to those questions? Tequila.

  I had just taken another long drink when a buzzing sound came from the area by the front door. Diego hopped out of his seat to check the security feed, and his low whistle was followed by a quiet chuckle. “Well, hello.”

  “Who is it?” Marco asked, the game stopping as the others turned towards the man.

  “One hot piece of ass by the looks of it, and she looks pissed.” Diego laughed a little louder as another buzz came through the security system.

  “Is jefe expecting someone?” José was a lot more serious, glancing up the broad, curving stairs.